Duck Lake i laid the guns to rest

And again the man spoke, in that damned foreign tongue. He didn't understand a word he was saying. Despite his tone being neutral, he still had no idea what this wolf was saying. And he was angry because of this. Angry that he couldn't understand. "Īe!! Īe Engrishu!" He hissed. "私はあなたの神々 - のろわ外国語を理解していない！"

The young samurai's green eyes blazed with fire again, stoked by his frustration with his inability to understand the people. All his life he was the prodigal son, able to grasp concepts in moments and perform them without flaws. Even when he did have difficulties, he overcame them. But he still had yet to overcome this hurdle, and it had been months since he first encounter with an English-speaking wolf. He was a literal flame of anger built ever since the death of his lover. Each difficult only added to the green flames.